We are creation and creator, we are light and darkness,we are white and black. We are as eternal and ephemeral as the day, fore just as it does, we carry the light and recreate ourselves in darkness.

I closed my eyes and spoke to you as if the stars began to fade inside an eternal black hole where you and I would understand the reason for it all.

This is the very last of all the times
I ever saw your eyes....well,up to this.
And it's from them that I get all my rhymes
Which make a fool's words turn to bliss.

This is the very last of all the hugs
I ever gave to you, right now....
And each and every one of them is...
Exactly as is was supposed to be...just wow

This is the very last of all my whispers
The very last your ear has heard
I pour my soul, like from a giant kettle
Inside your soul, and it goes word by word

This is the very last of all my touches
I ever gave, you ever felt, well....up to now
My heart and your heart beat like synced up watches
And it's high time you asked yourself..."but how?"

This is the very last of all the poems
I ever gave to you....just know
It's basically just half a soul that misses
It's other half, so it can....glow.

And in this moment, replicated to infinity
The deepest kiss, the highest feeling, all amount
To making you and me and both divinity
And making each and every last of all it count.

Finding you is but an early Heaven. I am thankful for every second.

I close my eyes and they appear
With sudden screams of empty fear
There's not much left, but what remains
Are fragments of the broken chains.

And though they hold no real power
As they can not make still the hour
And all of them don't create ME
They guide me to infinity.

There's one I keep to help me grow
It is the one that makes me glow
He's writing to you as we speak
It always brings me to our peak.

The other one I keep for others
The hunters, providers, the fathers
The ones that need a goal to live
Lost, they have only gold to give.

The third and final one of all
The one that embraces my soul
It is not glowing and not guiding
But it lures my heart from hiding.

So there are three, as it's supposed
And each and every is a ghost
Sometimes I rise to watch them play
Or argue, or just plain delay...

As each and every is a speck
And as I descend, they come back
To finish off, here is a quiz:
Who is the spot following wiz?